I'm a tree on a hill
with no soft breaths between.
Where I am, where I stood,
it remains to be seen.
Who I could have been
had I known your embrace,
It's give a boost to my mood
and a smile on my face.
But alone I stand
among the tall grass.
Alone on this land.
I miss your sweet laugh.
The wind blows hard,
not so hard as I fell.
As I took my leap,
you took me right to hell.
Left me exposed
to the sun, wind, and sand.
Whenever I asked,
you took away your hand.
The roots are shallow,
and the water runs deep.
So here I'll stand
as I take my final sleep.
And alone I stand
among the tall grass.
Alone on this land.
Don't miss your sweet laugh.
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Foreign Heart - A Poetry Collection
PoesíaEmotions continue to perplex me, and this is me simply trying my hardest to understand where they come from and what they mean.
